#Remeber

[ramblin-tiger]

Neat

Ohh, so I was looking at my storage and found these! I originally shared them on twitter before yeeting the platform. Anyway, feel free to use! Art memes for your oc :D

[sassywiththesas]

I don't ask for a lot...Just to be remembered...

[moondraah]

love you kinger

[ramblin-tiger]

Its Just A Game.

"Oh, its just a game i play with a few friends of mine."

That's all it was after all, just a game. You played it on the weekends and occasionally during the week when you didn't have homework or have to go work. You made a few friends and joined a small guild that welcomed newer players, and it was nice to just have people to chat with and hang out with in this new world you found yourself in.

As time moved on you finished school and worked more often. Now however, you were pretty good at managing your time so you played much more often. You became great friends with your guild leader and many inside this smaller guild. Eventually things slowed down in the game again when summer was over, with many members being students still the entire game slowed. Many members 'retired' so to say as they moved on or just needed to keep up with school. Then your Guild leader decided that they needed to retire from the game, alongside a few other members. It was a sad day, as you had become close friends after all, even talking outside of the game for a year or so at this point. But people move on and even if you still wanted to play others wanted to move on. So you bid them farewell in game and kept up with them outside of the game.

After all, it was just a game, right?

Since you still played, you decided to find a new guild to call home. After some searching, you found someone who was just starting a guild and was nice and seemed genuinely caring about their members. You joined up with the new guild and once again you made many more friends. Over the next few years you befriended many people in this new guild, and as you all played this game together you all got closer. The fun you all had rising in the ranks of the guild rankings and holding the top spots of a few categories was a blast. Once again, you became close friends with your guild leader and many others, eventually taking an officers role. You all came up with silly games to play within the game for even more fun. Like seeing who could hold onto a crown the longest when anyone could call it back to their own backpack. Many years passed, and eventually life started to take over. You stepped down from your position so newer people could help do things as you 'partially retired' to deal with life. You bid everyone a temporary farewell with love and left the game for some time.

After all, it was just a game, nothing more. . . Right?

Years later you came back to the game, having plenty of free time to dedicate to a game that you once played with so many great friends. When you logged on you were met with horror. Many of your friends had long since retired themselves. Your guild was a shadow of what it once was with nobody active anymore, and those that were had moved on to new guilds. You stared at the screen that showed what was once your virtual HOME. Emotions you never expected to have to deal with filling your mind. After a few days you make the hard decision to leave and see if there is a new place to maybe call home.

Nothing really ever stays the same in a game anyway, you guess.

Eventually you find a new guild and they accept you into their group. You play with them and do your best to fit in and become a part of them. However something just feels off. You don't quite mesh as well with the others and feel left out a lot of the time. You know its not intentional. The games clearly been dying for years, a mere fraction of the player base it once had. But it still hurts more than you would have thought.

One day a few months later, while browsing the auction house you see it. The crown that your old home used to play 'keep aways' with. It's not a particularly impressive item, nor expensive. You easily snag it and add it to your inventory. Out of curiosity, you check the guilds registry to see whats become of your old guild. You look at the list and without realizing it, your crying a bit. Your old homes are no longer on the list, having long since been removed from the game as there was no logical reason for them to have been kept. All of the memories are now all you have left. It hurts but its just how life is, you tell yourself. One thing sticks in your mind however:

It was never just a game.

[graceandpurity]

will you remember me after I’m gone?

[hsficggr]

GUYS WE SHALL NEVER EVER FORGET ABOUT THIS SONG !!!!!

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[the-proana-99]

Just us

[nothinguwannaknow]

I hate

getting

flashbacks

from things

I don't

want to

remember.

[a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog]

Trick or treat

Treat- well grian doesn't like it much though

[lovelyydeer]

[diariodeunaansiosa]

Acéptalo, me buscaste para ser el remplazo de quien no puedes tener

[kyra3128]

-kyra holt 2024

[i-j0s]

In 100 years, so like 2124, we will all be buried with our families and friends. Strangers will live in our homes that we worked so hard to build, and someone else will own everything we have today. Most of our possessions will be given away or thrown out and destroyed, including the car that we spent our fortune on, and it will probably be scrap. Our descendants will hardly know who we are, nor will they remember us.

After we die, we will be remembered for a few more years, and then we're just a portrait on someone's wall. And a few decades later, our history, photos, and deeds disappear into history's oblivion. We won't even be memories. . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G4rYNQEXRQM

[ramblin-tiger]

“NO! I refuse to believe that this is the end!” The spectral man screamed at the cloaked figure standing before him, rage and sadness radiating from him almost visibly. The cloaked figure took a step forward and the specter lashed out with a fist, simply passing through the cloaked figure as if he they were both made of smoke. “Charles,” the specter froze as the cloaked figure spoke his name, “your time has ended in the physical word. It’s time to go and move on, there is nothing for you here.” Charles’ arms slowly lowered to his sides, almost as if defeated, as the figure spoke. “But. . . But this was my day. OUR DAY!” Charles’ fury began to grow once again, and he looked around him at the wreckage. Two cars lay mangled a few feet away as paramedics and firemen scurried around like ants, working frantically to save the two men from the vehicles. The cloaked figure looked over at the commotion for a moment. The paramedics had just begun to cover a man in a suit with a sheet as others attempted to save a drunken man from death. “I was. . . Finally getting married. . . The world finally changed enough for me to have this one thing, and that bastard,” he pointed at the drunken man that was now being loaded into an ambulance, “gets to live?” He screamed the last part at the cloaked figure. “Look Charles,” the cloaked figure began, “I don’t make the rules of the worlds we exist in. I merely follow them. While it is true that your time in the physical world was cut short, there is nothing that can be done about it. That is the way of life, it goes on and you exist until you die and then leave the physical realm.”

The hooded figure raised an arm, its sleeve shifting down to reveal a bony had as it rested it upon Charles shoulder gently. “I would be lying if I said I understood your pain, as this existence is the only one I have ever known. Taking those who have passed on to their next journey. Blame me if you want for that man surviving. Blame me for the crash. If that makes you feel better then you are more than welcome to blame me for the wrongs that have been brought upon you, but it’s still time to move on. . .” Defeat filled Charles’ eyes as the hooded figures words sank in, and his head sank. “I guess. . . I guess he’ll just have to go on without me then, huh. . .” The hooded figure nodded slowly as it lowered its arm. “That he will. It will take time as things always do, but eventually the wounds will heal, and he will grow to be happy again. Perhaps not as he once was but happy nonetheless. . ." The hooded figure paused a moment before speaking again. "Now then Charles, its time we left this place behind. ‘Tis no place to linger.” It offered a bony hand to Charles, and after a moment the specter took it and faded away as he began his new journey.

The hooded figure stood there for a moment and watched the cleanup crews and police bustling around what was left of the wreck, simply observing the goings on. From the corner of its vision, it saw a young woman wearing a white robe approaching him. “Death, its been a bit since we spoke last. How goes things with you?” Death looked at her from the depths of his hood, its faced concealed in the shadows within. “Another life passed, and another spirit almost broken. It’s always the same. The confusion, the rage. The hate. . .” Deaths voice was filled with sadness, not for itself but for those it had helped move on. Death paused for a moment before speaking again. “and what about you, Life? How goes things on your end?” Life smiled softly. “I watch life go on as always, growing and learning. Building and destroying. . .” Her smile faded as her brow furrowed in thought. “Hey Death, I have a question.” She looked over at the last remnants of the accident, a bit of shattered glass on the road, as traffic began to resume flow around them.

“Why do people love me but hate you?” Death raised a hand and pulled back its hood, revealing the barren skull that was its head as it spoke. “Because you are a beautiful lie and I am the painful truth.”

[kookies2000]

I thought about it and came up with a few more questions

1.Why does Caine want to bring Jax here?

2.What is Quinee's mission?

3.Do Caine and Quinee know about each other?

4.What about Kinger and Gangle?

5.What does An's past look like?

Sorry😅 for so many questions, I'm very interested in these stories☺️. You don't have to answer all of them either

1. He's a simple man. All he wants is to bring Jax home to the castel. Even if it feels more like a tower.

2. She is just a Little Darling. All she wants is to win the game and rescue someone.

3. Yes, but they haven't landed on the same square yet.

4. The best I can describe it, Kinger is being guarded but safe. Gangel is being guarded but in danger.

5. Ann's past is that she was used as someones doll. You'll get a hint in the next chapter.

And no problem! Love all my readers to death! I'm super happy to see the first chapters caught so much love. I'm happy it was a success because many of my fucs failed at the first 5 chapters, and I deleted them. So I'm happy I get to continue this one! 💜💜💜

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

this u???!

i am deceased. And yea that is me now ig??